There was an awkward silence that clouded the atmosphere in the car. Pam stared out the window- watching the bare tree's as they passed by and wondered if they got cold in the winter. She smiled lamely at herself; thinking that naked tree's could be cold. She rested her chin in on hand and laid her other one across her stomach- a habit she'd gotten into lately without realizing it.
She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't realize that Jim's hand had snaked over to rest on top of hers, covering her belly in a protective belt. She looked down at the hand, following it up to Jim's face. She saw the small smile that played his lips, screwing one side up in a lopsided grin.
"When do you suppose we'll be able to feel it move?" He asked- his face still concentrating fully on the road. His thumb trailing little circles across her hand.
Pam suddenly felt warmed- little fluttering butterflies dancing in her stomach. She shrugged, shifting in her seat to pull her knees toward him. "I don't know- I think he's still rather small- not yet growing into his long Hapert legs." she teased.
She watched Jim's grin turn into a smile. But then his brow knit together in confusion. "His? You think it's a boy?" He pulled his face towards hers- a new excitement playing his features now.
Pam didn't really realize she had said it- she never consciously debated the sex of the baby, she just had always known. It really wasn't a question of knowing or not. He just was. She wasn't sure how to explain this to him though, the dream- the small boy with the mussed hair. She flushed, suddenly embarrassed; fearing she'll sound crazy if she told him all of this.
"I don't know- mother's intuition?" She said meekly, smiling again to herself at the word 'mother.' She was going to be a mother.
Jim chuckled at her reddening face- "I know- it's surreal, isn't it? One day your putting co-workers personal belongings in Jell-O, and the next… you're an adult. With this little thing who's going to depend on you." He muttered wistfully.
Pam was taken aback from his words- she wasn't sure exactly what he meant- but she defiantly heard the fear in his voice, the excitement. She decided to try to lighten the mood.
"It's not like he'll be exactly little you know. You're practically a giant, so you know he's going to be at least three feet tall when he comes out. At least. " She joked. "I'm going to sell the pictures of 'world's tallest baby' to the Inquirer… we'll make millions…" she babbled, trying to lighten the mood from that morning.
He finally squeezed her hand with his, and chuckled- not a full laugh, but it's a start, she thought. After a moment, they pulled into the parking lot of the doctors office. He slid her little blue car into an open space and turned to her after he had turned off the ignition.
"I am not a giant," he said very seriously, "I can't help it that you never drank enough milk as a child." He grinned. "Something we're defiantly going to encourage baby Beesly to do so he doesn't turn out dwarfed like his mother."
Pam faked surprised, "Dwarfed!" She exclaimed, "not everyone under 8 foot are dwarfs! You're like an Amazon!" She laughed.
Jim had pulled his gangly legs out of the car, laughing now- feeling lighter than he had in weeks. He jogged to her side of the car and opened the door for her, settling her with her crutches and leading her towards the front of the building- still chuckling.
"Hey," he suddenly exclaimed, as they reached the door. "Aren't Amazon's women?" He asked as he opened the door for her, leading her with his hand on the small of her back as she swung her legs inside.
"Exactly." She alleged- giggling that he caught on.
He shook his head in defeat as he led the way towards the prenatal office, knowing he'd been had.